February 23, 2018

I Remember us Young. {Poem}


This first house,

this one,

you carried me up those steps,

across the threshold,

fresh from a sunny, fruity,

drunk love honeymoon,

and the whole thing was funny,

and we laughed at the absurdity of it,

your determined straining,

and though there were some other strains along the way,

some other steps to climb,

you, you, you,

you remained ever true,

the boy I always knew.

And this house, this little house

near town

the one we could barely afford,

the one that afforded us instead,

the one that kept us

warm while we made our

Darling Babies, and rarely

made the bed,

and worked to make

some frayed and fragile

ends meet,

where we looked out that octagon window,

down upon our street,

and we climbed those slippery steps,

those steps that served

to anchor a life,

where you

carried me, oh

and I carried you too,

and where I stop

to write this, this gentle,

loving reflection

of a nice little house,

of our beginning years,

as I walk on by,

I remember.

I remember us young.

I remember us through my happy, falling tears.


Author: Kimberly Valzania
Image: This is us/YouTube
Editor: Lieselle Davidson
Copy Editor: Sara Kärpänen

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